After the Divorce, I Learned to Be a Virtuous Wife

Three years after our divorce, my ex-husband came looking for me. He said the old madam missed the old days, and the child needed a mother, then asked if I wanted to marry him again.

At the time, I had just missed a delivery deadline for an embroidery order and lost half a month's wages to the embroidery shop. I had only a few copper coins left.

I thought about it for only a moment before nodding.

I was tired of living in poverty.

On the day I returned to the Pei residence, I dressed to suit Pei Huaizhi's usual tastes, making myself seem gentle, kind, respectful, and thrifty.

I never got jealous or made a fuss. When he brought songstresses home for a feast, I personally served the dishes and poured the wine.

I stopped being strict about our child's studies, too. If he wanted to skip school, he could. If he wanted to fight crickets, he could do that, too.

Everyone said Shen Rongyin had finally learned to act like a proper wife.

But one night, Pei Huaizhi came home drunk and clutched my wrist, his eyes red.

He said, "Ayin, don't be like this. It hurts my heart."

Our son also hid outside the door, sobbing. "Mother, I know I was wrong. Please don't ignore me."